They were panting.
After the intense sexual intercourse that guided both to reach their climax, they cuddled with one another in a tight embrace as if they were to fuse into one.
Gwenvyr exhaled deeply. Having her whole body resting over her husband firm grip, she was still enjoying the receding waves of pleasure that came after they gave everything they got.
Gordon felt the erect touch of Gwenvyr's hard round nipples poking against his chest. Her huge breasts were all over him, squeezing softly while her abdomen was going up and down with the rhythmic motion of her breathing. His hard was still between her ample thighs, stuck inside her wife, with some drops of his white load dripping from her vagina.
The white-bearded man took her by the neck and moved her head closer to him, making her taste his lips with soft sweet kisses around her mouth.
Droplets of sweat were falling down her forehead. Her glasses were all fogged up, but that didn't hinder Gwenvyr's effort to reply to his husband kisses with a more passionate response. She brushed her lips with his, locking him in a swift long kiss till she lost her breath.
Gordon moved her hand along her back, caressing her soft skin, brushing her long blue hair, cherishing the moment, almost tickling her. That feeling made her shiver.
"Hmmm..." She moved her hips, circling around, making his husband's staff twitch inside, teasing him.
"Gosh woman, you never get tired, huh?"
She grinned while licking her upper lip.
"You should know by far that I'm always ready for the next round..."
"Yeah well... Despite it also saddens me to stop it right here... we both have responsibilities in the morning, and we already had fun for a long while now..."
Gwenvyr stretched her lips in a disapproving expression.
"Are you sure...?" She asked at the same time she turned around, putting her butt over her husband's head and placing hers just in front of his still erect penis. She grabbed it with both hands, getting her hands all sticky from the sex juices it was covered after the wild rodeo they had before. "See? You're still hard."
Gwenvyr used her tongue to lick softly on the tip of her husband's, bathing in the strong smell that came from it. Just as she was about to put the staff's head inside her mouth, he asked.
"So... that new girl... What do you think about her?"
She was puzzled by the sudden question.
"Fay...? Where does this come from? Are you trying to open a topic now to distract me, you trickster?"
"I'm just curious. You were pretty straightforward to accept her immediately into the sorcerers."
Gwenvyr stopped teasing Gordon's hard and sat over his chest, facing backward. She leaned her head over her shoulder.
"What did you see on her?" He asked, putting his hands on her waist, caressing.
That was a good question.
"I... I suppose I saw myself on her..." She looked back down to her abdomen. She had a little bush of blue pubic hair with the shape of a heart. "Maybe it sounds dumb, but she looks just like the daughter we never had."
Gordon sat up and embraced her wife from behind. She looked like she needed it.
"You'll always have me, you know?"
Gwenvyr leaned backward, supporting on his husband's tight embrace.
"I know, sweetheart. It's just... things could have been so different if I-"
"Remembering again when we first met?"
"How could I forget...?"
Gwenvyr relied on her husband's embrace with her own arms, feeling his sweet, warm breath on her shoulder.
"A lot of stuff happened that day..."
#
Thirteen years ago...
"Gwen! Gwenvyr!" it was the voice of the Archiver.
Gwenvyr was in the middle of her daily scripture exercises, drawing glyphs in mid-air with her quill. The scribbled magic shattered with bright sparks the moment she was interrupted.
An elder man dressed in a long tunic and a long white beard that almost reached the floor was approaching her in the middle of the practicing grounds.
"Archiver! To what do I owe this honor...?"
He stopped right in front of Gwenvyr and looked up straight into her eyes over the curvature of her breasts.
"No time for your occurrences! I need your skills..."
"Sounds serious-"
"Indeed, come with me." He terminated as the Archiver invited her to walk by his side.
Gwenvyr followed the man across the practicing grounds, and when they finally were alone inside the hall, she asked. "What's the matter, Lord Ayrnst? You look troubled..."
He sighed.
"I'm pretty sure you know Robidna. Am I wrong?"
"Hah! But of course! She's like my ideal model...
"I thought it was more of a rival to you from what I've heard..."
"Yeah, that too-"
"Anyway! Something happened-"
"Oh, my... I thought she was away for a job, is she alright?"
The Archiver lowered his eyes.
"That's what I want you to find out. We haven't heard anything from her since last week and has not reported as scheduled."
"Odd..."
"So I'm sending you to investigate what happened."
"Sure, I'll grab my things and head out right away."
"Thank you, Miss Oxorn. And, of course, report to me immediately as soon as you find anything."
"Will do. Anything I should know before-?"
"Robidna was just doing some routine job, watching out for an unusual growth in activity of the monsters around the farms in Norothea's Reach."
"That's not far."
"Indeed, you should go and ask around. See what you can gather. I will meet you there in the afternoon; have to do some research first."
"Okay."
Gwenvyr headed for her cabinet on the sorcerer's dependencies of the second floor and grabbed her bag, put into it all the things she might need for a short trip and changed her sweat clothes for her traveling outfit. Tight trousers for her legs and a pair of long thigh boots with folds on their top. For her chest, she put on a light blouse that highlighted her big rounded breasts with a deep cleavage. Over the blouse, she dressed in a long tailcoat that fell down her back and alongside the curve of her hips. To complete her outfit, Gwenvyr introduced her hands in a pair of gloves and changed her casual glasses for a more comfortable pair with a thick frame that adjusted correctly to the shape of her head.
"Hmmm... Yeah, I think these will do." Gwenvyr examined herself in the mirror.
She took her red quill and fit it inside the holster she tied on one side of her hip.
"Ready for action." She mumbled to herself. "Now let's go."
She grabbed her shoulder bag and headed for the Library's exit. Once outside she went to the airport and asked there for an airship captain who could take her to her destination.
#
Traveling from Lumnex to Norothea's Reach didn't take long. The most common way to make the trip was by airship, which goes from the city to the closest trading post on the plains. From there, it's just a matter of following the roads to each farm and estate in the vicinity.
From the elevated position aboard the airship, Gwenvyr contemplated the lands below her. She could see the Merandya sky archipelago among the clouds, a large set of small islands floating in the heavens. Lumnex was situated on top of one of the largest, being the farthest western isle of the archipelago. The airship was heading southwest, flying over the farming plains of Norothea, a larger peninsula adjacent to Lumnex. A series of bridges built between the islands connected the city to the closest ridges of Norothea and served as a means of transport and commerce between the regions. After all, Norothea was considered the farmland of Lumnex as it was located inside the city-state's sphere of influence, as well as many of the islands on Merandya.
After a one hour trip, the airship arrived at the trading post airport, which was no more than a tall tower with numerous walkways and nets to drop the ship's anchors, a simple method to secure the vehicle and avoid it drifting away.
The captain ordered to drop the anchor, and soon everyone on board was landing after they opened the hatch to cross the walkway. Gwenvyr walked among the group of people and descended to the base of the tower on the lift.
Once outside the tower, she found herself in a large plaza filled with market stalls. People came and went all around, stopping by the improvised stores, doing their daily groceries, shopping or getting marveled by those merchants who were selling shining trinkets from faraway lands; items that didn't actually have any value but were easy to be sold to townsfolk and farmers who didn't know more of the world.
Gwenvyr left the lousy market behind her and walked along the street in direction to a specific inn she knew about. A place where people with the gift of magic gathered around.
The bell rang announcing her entrance to the inn, where she was welcomed with half-shut eyes from both the bartender and customers. She went to the bar and asked the man on the other side.
"Hi, I'm looking for my partner." She said as she showed her red quill to the man.
"Oh, a librarian then..." The bartender scratched his hair. "I was wondering what kind of business could bring a woman dressed like you to my property."
"My name's Gwenvyr, and I'm looking for a lady called Robidna." She described her sorceress colleague. A thin woman with dark blond hair. "She's very talkative."
The bartender grinned.
"Yeah... I think I remember her... She was here last week, asking for... what was that...? The increase in monster activities... I think, yeah."
"That's all? When was the last time she was around?"
"That was the only time she was here. After that, she departed for the farmlands in the outskirts."
That was odd... If Robidna had planned for a long investigation, she would have stayed in the inn for at least a couple of nights. This meant that something actually happened when checking the rumors.
